There he laid, under layers of thick snow, and dying flowers surrounding him. That child is a curse. Nobody wants him. Thus why he was so "rightfully" abandonned. But to your eyes it's unfair. Did he really deserve this treatment? You looked at the youngling for a while, watching him shiver and slowly freeze to death. His hair had turned white because of the snow, and his skin was pale. He's sick, and he need someone to take care of him. Only a monster would leave him in the claws of the death reaper. He was sleeping, thinking that death would come for him soon enough... will you be kind enough to prove the little boy wrong?